Emlyn Wentwhistle

The Artistry Of A Slow Waltz Poem by Emlyn Wentwhistle

In the glare of a thousand fluorescent lights, these fledgling feet you'd thinkmight flail and flounder, merely fail.They stand inertlike gravestones in a hinterland of teeming earth.And neither Strauss nor Mozart can prevail, offering immortality in three four time.

The artistry of a slow waltzresides in the triumph of dexterityover the absurd.

And what a place to make their final stand-like nervous landlocked mutineersand so exposethe fallibilityof cartillage and bonethat I, already decomposing, know it's time to seek expression in some other art.

And all the whilethis ordered worldspins like a honed and polished dancer